Chapter- 3

Faith pov

After declining my so called father's call , I entered my office as my secretary, Meera is following me to updated me to the schedule of the day as I take my chair.

"They asked us to shift the date of launching as there are  facing some technical issue "

"Hmmm, shift the date to the end of the year and it is final I will not shift the date anymore" I said.

"Ok then I will leave and send you the samples of the designs "Meera left.

I rub my temple as I only wish that the launch will go smoothly I can't afford any mistakes.

The door of my office slammed open as my so called father walked in looking very angrily.

"Why are you not answering my calls?" He hiss.

Meera followed from behind "I tried to stop him"

I gesture Meera to go outside .

" What you want?" I asked in monotonous voice.

"This is the way to talk to your father ,don't you have any manners . You are just like your mother" He shouted.

"Well we both know you come here so suddenly because you need something why wasted time on greetings . So tell me how much money you want" I said.

"I want you to pay my debt of the casinos I go" He replied ignoring my remark.

"Why did you even go to those stupid casinos and wasted my money" I asked irritated.

I paid all his medical expense and living expenses because he said he didn't want to work and still he didn't want to give up the addiction of alcohol and casinos. I am getting fed up of the behaviour of his. All he do is to go to these casinos drink , bet the money and get into fight with goons.

"Faith , I am your father."He shouted.

" Then behave like one." I said raising my voice slightly .

"You know what I am done clearing up your messes .I am not giving you any money . Now you can get out before I call the security guards." I said finality in my voice.

"Don't you dare Faith!" He said gritting his teeth.

"Then what will I do have you ever consider us as your children .All you ever cared about your so called needs, money and property" I said swallowing the lumps of my throat.

The worst heart break come from your father. The pain is unending , excruciating ,relentless, reckless,healing feels impossible and it is.

And the most painful thing is he didn't even realise that how much damage he done to us. To me. I sign helplessly.

"Faith don't do that , how I am going to pay my medical expense and the debt . You know how I am addicted to these I am trying but its not helping me ." He said trying to be pitiful.

" I am doing that and if you don't want to work to earn living ,then I am sending you to the rehab". I said.

"You can't do that , I don't want to go rehab .You can't force me " he said

" I am not forcing you its your decision whether you go to the rehab, I pay your expense or work for your living and pay your debts. In the end choice is yours". I said calmly.

" You are just like your mother!! I hate that thing about you" He spat as he walked out of the room angrily.

20 years I should get immune to his hurtful words but.... it still hurts listening to his words.

Meera come to my office informing that its time for my meeting that is gonna held on some restaurant.

I got up from my chair took my bag and documents , walked out of the office.

As I sit on the driver seat and drove to the restaurant, Meera is not coming with me ,she has some important arrangements to do.

I park my car at the parking and got out of it. I went to the restaurant and saw the clients are already there .

It took me almost two hours .I walked out of the restaurant and go to my car . I try to start my car but its not starting .I frowned.

"What now? My car came from servicing two days ago ahhhh......" I mutter under my breath.

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